FOURTH HOUR

My sweet Love, never satiated in your Love, I see that when you finish your meal with your beloved disciples, you rise from the table and, united with them, you raise a hymn of thanksgiving to the Father for giving you food. You want to make up for all those times when creatures do not give thanks to the Father for the many resources He provides us to sustain our material lives. Therefore, Jesus, in everything you do, everything you touch or see, you constantly repeat the words: May thanks be given to You, O Father...

 I too, Jesus, united with You, take the words from Your mouth and will always say in everything: Thank You on behalf of myself and everyone, to continue making amends for the lack of thanksgiving.

Washing feet

But, my Jesus, it seems that Your love knows no respite... I see that You allow Your beloved disciples to sit down again. You take a basin of water, tie a white towel around Yourself, and fall at the feet of the apostles with such a gesture of humility that You attract the attention of all Heaven and fill it with wonder. The apostles themselves freeze almost motionless, seeing You humbled at their feet... But tell me, my Love, what are You doing? What are You demanding with this act of such humility? Humility never seen before and never to be seen again!

 Ah, my daughter, I desire all souls. Falling at their feet like a poor beggar, I beg them and pester them. Weeping, I set traps of love for them in order to win them over...! Humbling myself at their feet with this basin of water mixed with my tears, I want to cleanse them of all imperfections and prepare them to receive Me in the Sacrament of the Eucharist... This act of receiving Me in the Eucharist is so dear to My heart that I do not want to entrust this task to the angels or to My dear Mother, but I want to cleanse even their deepest recesses Myself in order to prepare them to receive the Fruit of the Most Holy Sacrament. And in the apostles, I intended to prepare all souls. I intend to make amends for all holy deeds and for the administration of the sacraments, when both are done in a spirit of pride, especially by priests, and for deeds devoid of the spirit of God and selflessness... Ah, how many good deeds reach Me, more to offend Me than to honor Me, more to cause Me sorrow than joy, more to bring Me death than to give Me life! These are the offenses that sadden Me the most... Oh yes, my daughter, count all the deepest insults they inflict on Me, and make amends to Me with my own reparation. Bring consolation to my embittered Heart.

 O my suffering Goodness, I make Your Life my own, and together with You I intend to make amends for all these insults. I want to enter into the deepest recesses of Your Divine Heart and make reparation with Your own Heart for the deepest and most hidden insults You suffer from Your most beloved. I desire, O my Jesus, to imitate You in everything. Together with You, I want to visit all the souls who are to receive You in the Eucharist. Together with You, I desire to enter into their hearts. I place my hands together with Yours to purify these souls. Oh, Jesus, with Your tears and the water with which You washed the feet of the apostles, let us cleanse the souls that are to receive You, let us cleanse their hearts, let us inflame them and shake off the dust that has stained them, so that when they receive You, You may find satisfaction in them instead of bitterness.

 But, my tender Goodness, while you are completely absorbed in washing the feet of the apostles, I look at you and see another pain piercing your Most Holy Heart. These apostles represent all the future children of the Church, and each of them represents one of your sorrows... One weakness, another deceit, yet another hypocrisy, another excessive love of gain; St. Peter's lack of perseverance in his resolutions and all the transgressions of the leaders of the Church; St. John's insults, which you suffer from your most faithful; Judas represents all apostates with the whole series of enormous evils they commit... Ah, your Heart is overwhelmed with pain and love, so that, unable to bear it, you stop at the feet of each of the apostles and burst into tears. You pray and make reparation for each of these transgressions and implore the appropriate remedy for all...

 My Jesus, I also join you. I make your prayers, your reparations, and your remedies my own, appropriate for each soul. I want to mix my tears with yours, so that you will never be alone, but always have me with you to share your sorrows.

 My sweet Love, as you continue to wash the feet of the apostles, I see that you are now at Judas' feet. I feel your heavy breathing... I see that you are not only crying, but also sobbing. And as you wash those feet, you kiss them and hold them close to your Heart. And unable to speak because your voice is choked with tears, you look at him with eyes swollen from crying and say to him with your Heart: My son! Oh, I beg you with the voice of my tears, do not go to hell! Give Me your soul, I beg you, falling at your feet. Tell Me what you want. What do you demand? I will give you everything, just so you do not go to perdition. Oh, spare Me, your God, this pain!

 And once again, you hold those feet close to your Heart. But when you see Judas' hardness, your Heart feels as if it were pressed against a wall. Your Heart suffocates you and you are close to fainting... My Heart and my Life, let me hold you in my arms. I understand that these are your loving tricks, which you use on every hardened sinner.

 Oh, my Heart, as I sympathize with You and make up for the insults You suffer from hardened souls who refuse to convert, I ask You, let us circle the earth together. Wherever there are hardened sinners, let us give them Your tears to soften them, Your kisses and Your embraces of love to bind them to You, and then they will not be able to escape. In this way, You will be consoled in Your pain at the loss of Judas.

The Institution of the Eucharist

 My Jesus, my joy and my delight, I see that Your Love is rushing, and rushing very quickly. You rise up, filled with pain, and almost run to the altar, where the bread and wine are prepared for Consecration. I see You, my Heart, taking on a completely new and unprecedented attitude — Your Divine Person takes on a tender, loving, and cordial appearance, Your Eyes shine brighter than the sun, Your ruddy Face is full of radiance, Your lips are smiling and burning with love, and Your creative hands are preparing to create... I see You, my Love, that You are completely transformed. Your Divinity seems to overflow from Your Humanity. My heart and my life, Jesus, your appearance, never seen before, attracts the attention of all the apostles. They are tenderly enchanted and do not even dare to speak. Beloved Mother runs in spirit to the foot of the altar to admire the wonders of your Love. Angels descend from Heaven and ask each other: What is this? What is this? These are truly crazy and truly unimaginable things! God, who creates not Heaven or earth, but Himself... And where? Inside worthless matter — in a piece of bread and a drop of wine...

 When everyone is around you, insatiable Love, I see you taking bread in your hands and offering it to the Father. I hear your gentle voice saying: Holy Father, thank you for always listening to your Son. Holy Father, join me. One day, You sent Me from Heaven to earth to be incarnated in my Mother's womb and come to save our children. And now, allow Me to be incarnated in every Host so that I may continue their salvation and be the Life of each of my children... Do You see, Father? I have only a few hours left to live. Who would be so heartless as to leave my children orphaned and alone? Their enemies, the darkness, passions, and weaknesses to which they succumb, are numerous. Who will help them? Oh, I beg you, let me remain in every Host and be life in each of them, thus driving away their enemies, becoming their light, strength, and help in everything... Otherwise, where will they go? Who will help them? Our works are eternal, my love is unyielding. I cannot and will not abandon my children.

 The Father is moved by the tender and cordial voice of His Son. He descends from Heaven and is already on the altar with the Holy Spirit to cooperate with His Son. Jesus, with a loud and moving voice, pronounces the words of Consecration and, without leaving Himself, creates Himself in this bread and wine. Then you give Communion to your apostles. I believe that our Heavenly Mother did not remain without receiving you... Ah, Jesus, the heavens bow down and all worship you in your new state of complete annihilation.

 But, sweet Jesus, when Your Love is satisfied and fulfilled, because You have nothing left to do, I see, O my Goodness, on this altar, in Your hands, all the consecrated Hosts that will remain until the end of time. And in each Host is present, in an orderly manner, all Your painful Passion, because creatures, in return for the excess of Your Love, prepare for You an excess of ingratitude and enormous crimes... And I, Heart of my heart, want to be with You always in every Tabernacle, in all the Consecrated Hosts, and in every consecrated Host that will exist until the end of the world, in order to give You satisfaction in proportion to the harm You receive.

 Therefore, my Heart, I approach You and kiss Your majestic forehead, but as I kiss You, I feel the pricks of Your thorns. O my Jesus, in this Holy Host, creatures do not spare You the thorns. I see how they come to You and instead of paying homage to You with their good thoughts, they send You evil thoughts, and You bow Your head again as during the Passion and accept and tolerate the thorns of these evil thoughts. O my Love, I draw near to You to share Your sufferings. I place all my thoughts in Your mind to remove the thorns that hurt You so much. May each of my thoughts flow into each of Your thoughts to make amends for each evil thought and thus soothe Your sad thoughts.

 Jesus, my Goodness, I kiss your beautiful eyes. I see your loving gaze directed at those who approach you, desiring to receive their loving gaze in return. But how many come to You and, instead of looking at You and seeking You, look at things that distract them. So they deprive You of the joy of exchanging loving glances! You cry, and as I kiss You, I feel my lips wet with Your tears. My Jesus, do not cry. I want to put my eyes in yours so that I can share this pain with you and cry with you. And wanting to make amends for all the distracted gazes of creatures, I offer you my gaze, constantly fixed only on you.

 Jesus, my Love, I kiss Your Most Holy ears and see that You listen attentively to what creatures desire from You in order to receive consolation. But they cause poorly recited prayers, full of distrust, prayers recited out of habit, to reach Your ears, and Your hearing is more tormented in this Holy Host than during Your Passion. O my Jesus, I want to take all the harmonies of Heaven and place them in Your ears to make amends to You. I want to put my ears in Yours, not only to share Your sufferings with You, but also to offer You my constant reparation and bring You consolation.

 Jesus, my Life, I kiss Your Most Holy Face. I see that it is covered in blood, bruised and swollen. Creatures, O Jesus, come before this Holy Host and, instead of worshipping You, they slap You in the face and spit on You with their indecent behavior and evil words. And You, as during Your Passion, accept this with complete calm and patience and endure everything. O Jesus, I want to bring my face close to Yours, not only to kiss You and receive all the slaps that creatures give You, but also to immerse my face in Yours and share all Your sufferings with You. I intend to touch You tenderly with my hands, wipe away the spittle, and hold You close to my heart. And I want to make many tiny particles out of myself and place them before you like many kneeling figures, and I intend to transform all my movements into constant bows to make amends for the shame you receive from all creatures.

 My Jesus, I kiss Your Most Holy lips and see that, descending into the hearts of creatures, You are forced to rest on many sharp, unclean, and evil tongues... Oh, how bitter this is for You! You feel as if You were poisoned by these tongues, and it is even worse when You descend into their hearts. O Jesus, if it were possible, I would like to be on the lips of every creature to soften all the insults you receive from them and to make amends for them.

 My weary Goodness, I kiss Your Most Holy neck. I see that it is tired, exhausted, and completely absorbed in Your work of love. Tell me what You are doing. And You say: My daughter, in this Host I work from morning till night, creating chains of love. And when souls come to Me, I attach them to My Heart. But do you know what they do to Me? Many of them break free by force and tear My chains apart. And because these chains are attached to My Heart, I am tormented and driven mad. When they break My chains, they render My work useless, seeking the chains of creatures. They do this even in My presence, using Me to achieve their goal. This causes Me great pain, which causes a violent fever, so that I lose consciousness and fall into a rage.

How much I sympathize with you, Jesus! Your Love is as if pushed against a wall. I want to comfort you in the harm you suffer from these souls, and so I ask you to connect my heart with the chains broken by these souls, so that I may repay you with my love on their behalf.

 My Jesus, my Divine Archer, I kiss your breast. The fire you contain within it is so great that, in order to give your flames a little outlet and take a short break from your work, you begin to play with the souls that come to you, shooting them with arrows of love that come from your breast. Your game is to create arrows, arrowheads, and lightning bolts. When they hit souls, You rejoice. But many, O Jesus, reject them, sending You in return arrows of coldness, arrowheads of indifference, and lightning bolts of ingratitude. This causes You such pain that You weep... O Jesus, here is my chest, ready to receive not only Your arrows intended for me, but also those that other souls reject. Thanks to this, You will no longer suffer defeat in Your game of love. I also want to make amends for the coldness, indifference, and ingratitude You receive from them.

 Oh Jesus, I kiss Your left hand and I want to make amends for all the illicit and indecent touches made in Your presence, and I ask You to always hold me close to Your Heart.

 Oh Jesus, I kiss Your right hand and I want to make amends for all sacrileges, especially for poorly celebrated Holy Masses. How many times, my Love, are You forced to descend from Heaven into the hands of unworthy priests, and even though You feel disgust when You find Yourself in those hands, Love compels You to remain in them. What is more, in some priests you find the priests of your Passion, who through their enormous crimes and sacrileges kill God again! Jesus, the thought of this terrifies me! But unfortunately, just as during Your Passion You were in the hands of the Jews, so You remain in these unworthy hands like a docile lamb, waiting once again for Your death. Oh Jesus, how You suffer! You would like some loving hand to free You from these cruel hands. Oh Jesus, when you find yourself in such hands, I beg you, call me to you, and I, to make amends to you, will cover you with the purity of angels and the aroma of your virtues, to lessen the disgust you feel when you are in these hands. I will also give you my heart as a refuge and shelter. And while you are in me, I will pray to you for priests, that each of them may be your worthy representative.

 Oh Jesus, I kiss your left foot and I want to make amends for those who receive you out of habit and without proper preparation.

Oh Jesus, I kiss your right foot and I want to make amends for those who receive you only to insult you. Oh, when they dare to do so, I ask You to repeat the miracle You performed on Longinus, healing and converting him with the mere touch of the blood that flowed from Your Heart, pierced by his spear... In the same way, by your sacramental touch, transform insults into love, and those who insult you into those who love you.

 O Jesus, I kiss Your Heart, upon which all insults fall, and I intend to make amends to You for everything, to repay You with love on behalf of everyone, and to constantly share Your sorrows with You.

 O Blue Archer, if in making reparation I have overlooked any offense, I beg You to enclose me in Your Heart and in Your Will, so that nothing may escape me. I will ask my beloved Mother to always keep me close to her, so that I may make reparation for everything and for everyone. We will kiss You together and, shielding You, we will push away from You the waves of bitterness that You receive from creatures... Oh, Jesus, remember that I too am a poor prisoner. It is true that Your prison, which is the small space of the Host, is even more cramped. So lock me in your Heart and with the chains of your Love, not only imprison me, but also bind, one by one, my thoughts, one by one, my feelings and my desires. Tie my hands and my feet to your Heart, so that I have no other hands and no other feet but yours. And so, my Love, my prison will be Your Heart, and my chains will be made of love. Your flames will be my food, Your breath will be mine, and the gate that will prevent me from going outside will be Your Most Holy Will. In this way, I will see nothing but flames, I will touch nothing but fire, which, giving me life, will bring me death, such as You experience in the Holy Host. In this way, I will give You my life. And while I remain imprisoned in You, You will be freed in me. Is it not Your intention, when You lock Yourself in the prison of the Host, to be freed by the souls who receive You, so that You may shape Your own life in them? And now, as a sign of love, bless and kiss me. I embrace You and remain in You.

O my sweet Heart, I see that after instituting the Most Holy Sacrament, seeing the immense ingratitude and insults of creatures toward the immensity of Your love, although You are wounded and embittered, You do not withdraw; on the contrary, You want to immerse everything in the immensity of Your Love. I see You, O Jesus, giving Yourself to the apostles, and then adding that they too are to do what You have done, and You give them the power of Consecration. So You ordain them as priests and establish the other sacraments. You take care of everything and make reparation for everything — for poorly preached sermons, for sacraments administered and received without proper preparation, and therefore without proper effects, for mistaken vocations of priests, both on their part and on the part of those who ordain them, without using all means to discern the true vocation... Ah, nothing escapes your attention, O Jesus, so I intend to follow you and make reparation for all these insults.

 Then, after completing everything, you gather your apostles and set out for the Garden of Gethsemane to begin your painful Passion. I will follow you in everything to keep you faithful company.